Delayed

Being in a poetic mood and stuck on a train is either a brilliant or terrible idea – I’ll let you be the judge!

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“The train is running half an hour late”
So says the friendly voice that echoes through
the carriage. “If you do not want to wait
Then platform three could be the place for you”
The carriage empties, half the lights go out,
the engine judders to a fitful halt,
but I stay put, I know my way about
the railway network. Suddenly a jolt
of vindication for we faithful few
who kept our seats and didn’t try to flee.
“We have a driver, we’ll be leaving soon”
I smugly glance across to platform three
where my erstwhile companions are still sat
And as we pull away I tip my hat.